We return to the men's room with Miles and Thrill.

Who talks last? He has coming up at 4.30, but first time for a few emails to the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mailed.

A couple from our question on damaging stuff.

Guys, I work for the body shop at a large car dealership in Bellevue.

We had a new car for a VIP customer.

Needed some minor adjustments before delivery.

Work was completed, and I was to drive the customer's car to Mercer Island for the delivery.

Long story short, I wrecked that car, less than two miles from the shop.

We had to eat it.

And the customer got another brand new car.

Amazingly, I did not get fired.

But they never let me live that down either.

Here's another one on the tip of a car.

When I was 16 years old, I borrowed my dad's firebird for the night, went to a party,

ended up hitting another car.

The other car was my mom's new mustang in our driveway olivichal's got a story about how i say that again so he borrowed his dad's

fire and then he drove all the way went out came home and then rear entered his mom's car on the

drive in his own driveway that That's good. Jesus.

Oh, but chose, I've got a story about how I became damaged goods. Not the time I was hit by a bit by a rattlesnake when I was 11. Or the variety of ways I found to break my arms or legs. But the day I was knocked down by a 15-pound piece of plastic that came flying out of a machine. It pinned my arm against my body,

almost knocked it off in the process. So after figuring out I should probably stay on the floor and wait for help, I couldn't help but notice there was a lot of muscle tissue and bone fragments

in all the wrong places. So paramedics loaded me into an ambulance, took me to Harborview, and when they stopped

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